farewell to their sweeping stench of vision.
farewell to their synesthetic flags.
farewell to their signs that bind we'll leave behind.
farewell to cold-comforting delusion.
farewell demons disguised as guiding lights.
farewell death-filled days with kidgloves...
fires lit and fires died,
witches burned - our hopes alive
to cower, capsize - not a means to survive - oh no!
no man - no problem,
no problem - no man,
"we're trying the best, the best that we can",
occidental vision, back where we began - oh no!
so long addictions and benedictions.
so long bloody landing rag and tooth.
so long romances and necromances.
so long foreign flags of fiction.
i'm tired of the fields
i'm tired of the hoards
i'm tired of all these timeless chords
there's never an avenue left unexplored - oh no.